I hated flying. I really did.
It wasn't that I was scared of heights, or that I was afraid we would suddenly crash and all die in a huge, colorful explosion. I wasn't freaked out by the idea of sitting in a little tin cabin tens of thousands of feet up in the sky, floating in thin air with no breathable oxygen outside the window. I didn't throw up when we were at thirty thousand feet, and had no particular disinclination for turbulence. In fact, I thought turbulence was kind of fun. No, it was none of that.
It was more the idea sitting in a box of metal with a fancy name like Boeing 747 that seemed completely random, with about 300 other people for company. It was more the thought of having to sit squished next to a window for x number of hours, or, even worse, sitting between two absolu
